A successful immortal is a cautious immortal, and Connor is even more cautious than most. He's gained a reputation, among the Watchers at least, if not among other immortals, as something of a terrier. So many of his opponents have supposedly been bigger and badder and more infamous, and yet he's been able to take them down.

Walking side by side is fine, safest for them both, and as wary as he is he's completely understanding of another immortal being wary of him in turn. They're across the street before he glances at his dingy tennis shoes and threadbare coat, though. "...Will they let me in like this?" For once, it's a concern that has nothing to do with the Game.